On this day in 1996 Jon Pertwee died. I was eleven years old at the time. I didn't find out immediately as I was on a school holiday in the Isle of Wight but as soon as I returned home the news was broken to me and I was devastated. Jon Pertwee was one of my first heroes and he was the first one I lost.
I loved Doctor Who as a kid. I was a bit too young to catch the original series before it's cancellation. I have vague memories of seeing Sylvester McCoy episodes when I was very young whether they were new or not I really can't say. But I was lucky enough to catch the repeats of Doctor Who that are sorely missing from our TV schedules these days. Me and my brother both loved the show. He was a huge fan of the Fourth Doctor but I completely fell in love with the Third Doctor. The most vivid memories I have of Doctor Who from my childhood all come from Third Doctor stories...
The sea devils especially have always stuck in my memory. Mainly because I lived by the sea and kept expecting to see them walking out of it one day. Roger Delgado as the Master terrified me and I was completely smitten with Katy Manning as Jo Grant. The one story featuring Jon Pertwee that will always be the one I think of most fondly is The Curse of Peladon. Back in the days before DVD and basically when I was a poor child who couldn't buy nice things I got this for my ninth birthday...
And tonight I'll watch this and remember just how much Jon Pertwee means to me.
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